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Rugby Boots
These are the Boyfriend’s rugby boots. They live on the window ledge. I would like for them to find a new home. bisou
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Ruby Thursday
Papa, the Boyfriend’s Father, gave me his favorite hunting dog, Ruby for the day. I was excited for the company. Ruby did not seem to share my excitement. He spent most of the morning sitting at the door with a sad look on his face, anxious to see anyone else but me. He would lift…
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Blog Action Day 2009
Today is Blog Action Day. On the 15th October each year, bloggers from around the world all commit to writing about one topic for one day. This year that topic is Climate Change. Now I am not an expert on climate change or global warming but I do believe that it is a problem and…
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Pizza Night
I learned something new yesterday, Tuesday nights are pizza night in Le Petit Village. I was ready to cook dinner when the Boyfriend came in and asked if I wanted pizza instead. “From where?” I asked. We walked around to the local church and right there in front of Le Petit Notre Dame, a small…
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Opening the Shutters
It’s the beginning of my third week in Le Petit Village and slowly, daily routines are beginning to form. Each morning when I wake, I walk down the spiral stairs to the kitchen, make the coffee and check my emails and read the news. After awhile, when the dawn turns to light, I open the…
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Dinner in Avignon
We took the road back to Avignon, this time leaving the Honey Van in Le Petit Village. The Cousin asked us to dinner to meet the latest lady. Off we drove with plans to meet about 9pm. A little sidebar about Avignon: it’s an ancient city dating to Before Christ (told you it was old),…
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Saturday Morning Coffee
Saturday morning coffee in St Michel. Cafe tables outside full of locals double cheek kissing bonjour and dogs sitting patiently next to every table waiting for a scrap. The Boyfriend runs across the street to the boulangerie for our breakfast pastries. An espresso and pan au chocolat for him, cafe au lait and croissant for…
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Some Nutjob
Some nutjob painted our house. In the middle of the livingroom stands a big, bizarre spiral staircase that could be quite charming if some nutjob hadn’t painted it. The big, impossible to ignore staircase is painted blue, green, and orange. Why would someone do this? Did they think they lived in Romper Room? Did Absinthe…
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Certificat de Residence
It’s official, I live in France. The Boyfriend took me to the local Marie (City Hall) to let the French government know that I’m here, you know, in case they need me for something. We told them that I am an EU citizen and am now living in Le Petit Village. The woman smiled, said…
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Mon Amie
I now have my very own French friend, V. V speaks as much English as I do French which leads to much laughter and exhausting conversations where we both frantically flip the pages of our French-English dictionaries trying to communicate. But somehow we’ve managed to go for a drink in St Michel and plan a…
It's Me, Sara Louise 